Saying that becoming a mother has changed me is a gross understatement. It’s completely changed me in ways I really didn’t expect. My husband loves to point them all out, because even sometimes he’s just in disbelief. Before having Desmond I was very easily flustered by stressful situations. I’m a planner by nature and if something didn’t go as I imagined it, well I could be known to have a melt down that could rival any two year old. Like if I got lost driving somewhere new, I would pretty much call Charlie in tears and make his problem to get me un-lost. Or if I couldn’t find something to wear in the morning, I would stomp around my closet saying I have no clothes, when that’s obviously not true. But now? Well, having a baby is like someone forcing a chill pill down your throat every single day. Your universe shifts and suddenly you have a new perspective on pretty much everything. Things that you thought were so important become afterthoughts. You are put into challenging situations on a daily basis and you have to put up or get out. Except it’s not really a choice. You have to put up. This new version of myself got tested on Saturday morning, big time. I finally got to take Des to the Cleveland Museum of Art for what I pictured to be a blissful and culture filled morning where we would bond and snap photos with the good camera in the light flooded atrium. What really happened? Twenty minutes into playing in the kids area, he blew out his diaper. Poop up to his neck, I’m not kidding. I meant to bring extra clothes because I knew his antibiotics was giving him stomach troubles, but for sure I would forget them on this particular day. Ok, not going to panic. Let’s just walk calmly to the restroom past all this fine art and hope no one smells you. Ok, now please stop jumping up and down so I can get this shirt off without getting poop in your hair. What? I only have three baby wipes? Ok, cool let’s wet some paper towels real quick. Now lets rinse out the top of your jeans and this zip up jacket is going to look awesome with out a shirt on underneath. Why is it so hot in this bathroom? Is this cardigan wool? I’m breaking a sweat. Can you stand in this stall with me while I pee? Oh, ok go ahead and lay on the floor, that’s super. We should probably just go home. No, F-It, we paid $8 for parking. We are going to play in the atrium and eat lunch at the café. Well actually I am going to eat both of our lunches and you’re just going to eat pretzels. I don’t even recognize myself right now. I guess when you become a mother, you are forced to realize that shit happens, but it doesn’t have to ruin your day.